So you just tell me what to say And I will say it to you I would do it for you I would burn this house down Tell me what to say And I will say it to
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me, you lost a son See this light in you, it's dark Let me turn on the lights and brighten me and enlighten you I don't think you realize what you mean to me
hesitate to say you heard it from Nas What is destined shall be George Bush killer 'til George Bush kills me Much blessings be healthy, remember What
cheek, let it slide Give me five on the black hand slide [STYLES P]: Give me five on the black hand side Tell you what I see through the black man's
the squad, Livin' crazily cause it don't pay to be a black man in the land of mental slavery, They say cash rules everything around me, so what I gotta
me you lost a son See this light in you, it's dark. Let me turn on the lights and brighten me and enlighten you I don't think you realize what you mean to me
G's chillin' What more can we say about the villains? The real killers chillin' in the White I mean the Not Right House Want me to be they lab white
for women She say it sound like I hold grudges She rather listen to Joe Budden's, no disrespect aight? But fuck a party now and everybody like (What
We all product, faced with hard luck Since the wrath of God struck Now we like "yo tone let me borrow a buck" He like "yo what the fuck
hand" My man, Eric Blam said, "Stop on the cops" And then, what the Blam said, you're sure to get shot Now they ignore me 'cause you saw me with a 40
make da Planet Rock (say wha) Houston make da Planet Rock (say wha) Dallas make da Planet Rock (say wha) Fort Worth make da Planet Rock (say wha) Miami make da Planet Rock (say
my album though...?) [Vast Aire] (oh... whateva) [El-P] (its ok...) When I send a sickness (ease down) dark soldiers fallin in with flying debris and bad programs of landmines that remind me
Ricaans be givin me much shit, the dutch shit Stay cool papi, seize it with enough shit Back at the lab a, crack's bagged up Yo niggaz act up, what blow
keep ya free spirit trapped in a jar So you'll keep ya mouth shut and not tell the world Who's who and what's what and probably go nuts How we treat
people people around me never run out of things to tell me pictures of people here in my mind i carry them with me all of the time i'll never see the